Bamberdele21
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Suppose I’ll get the ball rolling.
I was 12 yo tearaway knocking with the wrong crowd, as you do. At the time I lived in an area called Lilington in Leamington Spa which backed onto Newbold Comyn. There was a 18 hole golf course here owned by the council.
Me tagging along with the crowd wanting to join in we decided to go ‘golf ball robbing’.
I remember sitting in the bushes waiting for balls to bounce along the fairway. The rest of the group had already made their moves and all had freshly stolen golf balls in their pockets. I think they had done this before because they seemed to know the right spots where the balls would land. It took me a good while to man up , peer pressure was at its max and my heart was pumping, I finally made my move. The unsuspected victim had just played a great shot hitting the middle of the fairway. I grabbed it and quickly shuffled back in the bushes sitting there waiting for their heads to pop up from over the hill. We could see them but they couldn’t see us. It was great fun to watch these old boys scratch their heads while we sat there with their balls.
We must have collected at least 4/5 between us within a short amount of time so decided to head off in a group along the public path.
Then everyone started running. I froze. I was scared. These guys were angry. All I remember from here is being picked up by the back of my collar and frog marched to the clubhouse. I was that terrified I ended up crying and pissing my pants. It was one of the longest walks I’ve ever had.
The clubhouse rang my mother and told them I had been a bad little man. I was then set free. Needless to say I never did it again.
It is probably my earliest memory of anything Golf related.
Suppose I’ll get the ball rolling.
I was 12 yo tearaway knocking with the wrong crowd, as you do. At the time I lived in an area called Lilington in Leamington Spa which backed onto Newbold Comyn. There was a 18 hole golf course here owned by the council.
Me tagging along with the crowd wanting to join in we decided to go ‘golf ball robbing’.
I remember sitting in the bushes waiting for balls to bounce along the fairway. The rest of the group had already made their moves and all had freshly stolen golf balls in their pockets. I think they had done this before because they seemed to know the right spots where the balls would land. It took me a good while to man up , peer pressure was at its max and my heart was pumping, I finally made my move. The unsuspected victim had just played a great shot hitting the middle of the fairway. I grabbed it and quickly shuffled back in the bushes sitting there waiting for their heads to pop up from over the hill. We could see them but they couldn’t see us. It was great fun to watch these old boys scratch their heads while we sat there with their balls.
We must have collected at least 4/5 between us within a short amount of time so decided to head off in a group along the public path.
Then everyone started running. I froze. I was scared. These guys were angry. All I remember from here is being picked up by the back of my collar and frog marched to the clubhouse. I was that terrified I ended up crying and pissing my pants. It was one of the longest walks I’ve ever had.
The clubhouse rang my mother and told them I had been a bad little man. I was then set free. Needless to say I never did it again.
It is probably my earliest memory of anything Golf related.